Series: Malice Mafia

I fell in love with three dangerous men.

The leaders of Malice Mafia.

My best friend’s brothers.

They brought me into their deadly world. It was glamorous but twisted. Torture, death, and crime followed me everywhere I went, chiseling away at parts of me until I wasn’t the same anymore.

They praised me. They worshiped my body. They ruined my soul. All of this started because I made a choice. Because I fell in love. Because I was a lonely girl clinging to dangerous criminals.

Malice was a broken man. A leader with a cracked crown.

William was an opportunist. A soldier with a grudge.

Anthony was a survivor. A lover with hope.

I was nothing but a pretty little toy for them to break, but I must remind these jealous and possessive men that they’re stronger together.

I just pray that this fight for power won’t tear us all apart.

Malice was a broken man. A leader with a cracked crown.

Guilt was eroding his throne.

William was an opportunist. A man with a grudge.

Ambition dressed in an iron suit.

Anthony was a survivor. A lover with hope.

Healing wrapped in good intentions.

I’m a pawn, and it’s up to me to remind these men that they’re stronger together.

I just pray that this fight for power won’t tear us all apart.

I hated fire. I hated how the smoke wrapped around my naked body, stinging my skin with defiant embers. I hated the smell of burnt flesh, the ashes heavy on my tongue, my charred soul like splinters deep in my chest.

She’s dead, Juliet.

There’s nothing else you can do–

Dragging my bleeding feet across the concrete, I walked toward the flames. Heat licked at my cheeks. Sirens off in the distance cursed my ears.

Dead, dead, dead.

All of this started because I made a choice. Because I fell in love. Because I was a lonely girl clinging to dangerous men.

She was dead because of them.

There are three rules for being best friends with a mafia princess:

1. Don’t ask any personal questions.

2. Don’t show up at her house unannounced.

3. Don’t ever, ever let anyone know you’re friends.

For three years, I followed the rules. Vicky and I met once a week at the diner where I worked. I was her slice of normalcy, she was the one person I could confide in. It might have been unconventional, but it worked for us.

One night, all hell broke loose and I got caught up in a battle of bloodshed where we almost lost our lives. I ended up face to face with Vicky’s dangerous older brothers. Anthony, William, and Nicholas Civella–the made men of the Kansas City Mob.

After fighting for my life and proving myself worthy, they brought me into their deadly world. It was glamorous but twisted. Torture, death, and crime followed me everywhere I went, chiseling away at parts of me until I wasn’t the same anymore.

Slowly, I betrayed my best friend, and fell in love.

Chances are they’ll ruin me. This thing between us has deadly consequences. But in this criminal world, I’m learning that the rules don’t apply when you’re the boss.